Officer Down (rick Ross Diss) Lyrics - Lloyd Banks

Too easy, man can't a motherfucker round you see me 

You'd need a AK and a genie, a whole POUND of wheaties 

My heart so freezy, 3d birdie to the click you claim 

Victories my valentine, I'm in a different lane 

Strong as cocaine 

Long as I'm sane I won't be took for games 

I can guarantee when it's over you won't look the same 

Drownin' in shame, callin' my name's like callin' Candy Man 

Suicide on a platter, splatter your brain, he banned 

Understand, this ain't a obstacle it's comical 

The shades you wear been blindin' you 

Everyone knows what I'ma do 

Everyone knows I'm lava, fool 

Bet he come more phenomenal 

Deadly, ready for drama 

Whoever want it can climb in too 

Broken ego's I promise you, desert eagles and llamas threw 

W-why would you f-fuck wit me, s-stupid move 

C-come around, get f-f-found beat up and bruised 

You need support, a couple crews 

Beef out here ain't nothin' new, I'll make you sleep uncomfortable 

Nightmares of P.O. punchin' you, flatline 

Doctor pumpin' you, the blind could see the punk in you 

Girl in you, bitch in you, I will kick thru all of you 

Football wit you, soccer when we see him, DDT him 

Leave him bleedin', we'll be even 

Even thru coppin' and pleading 

He be talkin' bout the weight he push 

Use to punch the clock in jail, drove his mama car 'round 

Now he got whatchu want for sale 

See it, I bought it; it's official if I flaunt it 

If ya diamonds really real then put the diamond tester on it 

He don't want it 

I'll run up on his shadow hit him proper 

He bout real as a 4 dollar bill, Carol City Copper 

Chop 'em down, one by one, two by two this what I do 

If you knew what I knew then you'll be cool, you'll be thru 

He makin' money? Well we makin' money too, whoopee doo 

We'll be here long after he disappear, this is proof 

151 in the booth, so slippery... son is the truth 

Come get me, I'm in the coupe 

4-fizzy, I'm in the loop wit Biggie, piece of fruit CAKE 

They don't want no problems watch they boots SHAKE 

Tremble, terrified, now it's too LATE 

There's no stoppin' till I see empires crumble beside me 

Entire families divided, dickin' ya hoe is my hobby 

Ya sorry, probably the weakest shit to try me 

I be everywhere the guap be, and ya fat, musty and sloppy 

Freeway "Ricky Ross" copy, and the real one's comin' home 

Peace to him, fuck-you 

Click, Pop pop pop, I'm gone 

I'm too strong, you been warned 

Quiet storm when I perform 

When I get on, I'm like big pac, hell reborn 

Word to mama, word is bond 

Long kiss goodnight, the pistol tight, my clip too tight 

You superthug, I'm kryptonite 

Sleep wit me, ya bitch just might 

Same promotion, different fight 

Still ballin', poppin' bottles, my wrist is white 

Drive the cars that bitches like, this is like 

Practice, pay ya taxes 

'Fore you spit my name out backwards 

A-a-ask around, I'm in brackets wit legendary rappers 

R-r-ratchets as we taxi, ask me if I give a f-f-fuckem' ALL 

Makaveli when I bomb, I hit em' up 

G-g-get buck, cut, stuck, look 

Wont make much a difference, this is child's play 

L-l-lyrical battery ya'll way 

Pretty ladies in my mercedes, product of the '80s 

40's, 50's blick'ies wit me hit me they call me crazy 

High and hazy, shady, grimey, slimey in every way 

30 cities, 30 shooters, we're like the NBA 

Blaze when you want me stop, tough plot 

Big macs for every one you can eat, Pound for every pound you got 

Call me loyal, honored, armored in bullet catchin' garment 

Getcha versace pirhanna'd, mangled, and left retarded 

I'm on another planet, fuck made him pick me to spar wit? 

We 2 different niggas, that makes you a special target 

In this market they let impersonators walk 'round 

50 bodied you, I just laid the chalk down 

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